My Bloody Revenge
Chapter 6: Confused

Jaze looks down on the sleeping girl in his arms wondering where she came from and whatmade her into this broken soul that she is. Gently he strokes her red hair enjoying how soft itfeels between his fingers. The unusual deep color fascinates him. It took some time to bothwash it and get all the tangles out but he was right when thinking she’s a beauty underneath allthe dirt. His dark eyes wander over her sleeping form slowly feeling awestruck at the sightbefore him. Fair, light, skin and waist long red hair that makes those amazing blue-greyish eyesstand out. Petite body and not very tall, seems to be malnourished, but strong at the sametime. Only sad part was when he saw all those scars littering her small frame. It was as ifsomeone had gone all out in full rage and caused havoc without mercy. New scars made uponold ones and making them worse. He saw recent marks around her wrists and ankles indicatingshe's been tied up. Fresh bruises around the ribs, stomach and thighs. Marks around her throatas well as on the legs which shows partial hand prints. Momentarily closing his eyes, he takes afew calming breaths while wondering how someone can be so cruel.

"Where did you come from, little mousy..."mumbles to no one in particular and slowly openshis eyes only to be met with a pair of blue greyish ones. Total silence settles in the dimly litbedroom. Both are looking into the others eyes and Jaze can see all the emotions, such as fear,uncertainty and confusion swirl around in her big eyes. He also feels how tensed up her entirebody is and after seeing all those scars and bruises it's not hard to understand why. In anattempt to appear less intimidating, he slowly loosens up on his hold as a sign he won't doanything if she wishes to shift, sit up or move away. The moment his arms are removed shequickly moves out of his hold but remains on the bed. Just more towards the end.

"Who are you?" She whispers after several minutes of silence.

"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." he answers calmly. Jaze can see hesitation and the veryprominent fear in those doe-like eyes but something similar to curiosity also flashes by,although very briefly.

“Lyra. My name is Lyra."

Nice to meet you Lyra. I'm Jaze and you are currently in my home as I hope you haven'tforgotten.”

"I remember that and I also remember what happened in the bathroom.” whispers weaklywhile slowly inspecting herself. "You dressed me?"

Feeling slightly embarrassed about the whole incident he looks away momentarily. After seeingall those scars, he cursed himself for acting like a brute. He most likely reminded her of the onewho did that to her. His behavior is inexcusable but hopefully not undoable. Looking at her againhe gestures with the hand towards her new clothes. " I didn't look while putting those on.Promise."

"Did I not appeal to your liking?" she asks timidly.

The question takes him by surprise. Puzzled he looks into her eyes and hold her gaze

steadily. "What made you ask that?"

"You didn't look."

He watches as she turns her eyes elsewhere as if in shame and that confirms his suspicions thatsomething is really wrong. A sudden urge to make everything right, to keep her safe and faraway from whatever damaged her so much takes root in him. "Did you want me to look?" Hewatches her almost freeze up like she a few times earlier. "It's okay, you can be honest with me.I won't get mad or hurt you." he reassures softly glancing at all the marks and scars not hiddenunder the clothes. Slowly she shook her head no. "Thought so.”

"You didn't see anything?”

"I did see your scars, marks and bruises but I kept it professional.”

She only nods her head in confirmation letting him know he answered right even though itwasn't worded in the open.

"Are you hungry mousy?" he asks wanting to change the subject.